But I prefer the idea to convert\enslave that cousin, and then, together with her go on to another settlement, leaving the cult behind.
After much deliberation.
The cousin is the daughter of the innkeeper. He married the shopkeepers sister, and had four children with her. One of them died, two of them are young followers of yours, but their eldest helps took keep the inn clean, and to serve drinks to the miners. She has a bright future ahead of her: with no other family to inherit the inn, it will go to her husband. Which means
she can choose who she marries. Several younger miners look upon her with appraising eyes already, and upon her rounds delivering tankards of ale, her rear is slapped and pinched so often it actually leaves welts.
Having experienced this behaviour almost as soon as she was old enough to carry drinks, she soon developed a distaste for men, and a negative attitude towards sex. There was that one time when she and her cousin got really drunk after that party, and did some things that she tries her hardest to forget. That clumsy and unsatisfying experience has further convinced her that sex is not for her- she can handle her desires quite fine on her own, sometimes with the aid of the witch's more interesting potions and devices.
You take the form of the teen with ease- after all, you knew him inside and out. His soul still struggles every so weakly as it digests. You await in the darkness before the inn. The girl must clean up after everyone else has gone home. Finally, the last candle winks out, and she emerges. Not exactly beautiful, you muse. Not ugly either. Average. Well, whatever.
You step forth. She looks surprised to see you- she had heard you'd run off. You suggest that she looks especially fine in the moonlight. She blushes slightly. You ask her in your sweetest voice if she will walk with you. She hesitates briefly, but your voice is too seductive to mortal ears for her to resist. She complies; starts to talk about frivolous things. Her missing cat. The weather. Her dreams. You listen attently, making appropriate responses. When you judge the time right, you mention the incident in the barn.
Her face flushes red, and she reminds you that you promised never to talk of that again. It was wrong, against the gods, against good sense!
Was it, you ask. Do you not dream of that night, when you feel alone. Do you not wish, secretly, to relive it- precisely because it is not allowed, by the gods, by sense, by your
parents. You strike a nerve (as intended). She rants about her parents- oh, how terrible they are, making her do all the work all the time, and all those filthy miners always grabbing at her... well, grabbing at her. You agree. Terrible parents. Terrible miners. Terrible world. Lets show them, hmm? Lets show them all.
She hesitates still, so you expend a little power to sway her.
In a barn, recently vacated by goats, you exercise your power. Now, lust is not inherently evil. But there are certain aspects of it which are, and as a demon, you know these aspects implicitly- and can execute them perfectly. For a young girl whose previous sexual experience consisted of clumsy masturbation and an even clumsier drunken, nervous, confused fling- which, you realise, was so clumsy that she didn't even lose her virginity-, this is ecstasy itself. She begs you be ever rougher, to which you comply. Although you are not human, and have no practical connection to human emotions, the pleasure that your human disguise feels excites you as well.
Things become a little indistinct for a while. The animal nature of the form you inhabit slightly overtakes your mind. You try to keep control- don't eat the girl, just convert her, get her pregnant (don't get her pregnant?)-
You wake up. You have never slept before. Interesting.
You examine yourself. Still in your disguise, good. Eyes have been replaced by blue fire, but that's not the end of the world. You aren't covered in blood, and your stomach isn't bulging, so you probably didn't eat the girl.
Ah, there's the girl. Sleeping peacefully. An evil, dark fluid leaks from between her legs. Okay. You got her pregnant- there is no way demonic seed would fail to impregnate a woman. So far, so good.
You stretch your human limbs, redisguise fire as eyes, and shake her. She wakes slowly. She seems briefly confused by what is going on. Then she freaks out. She attacks you, grabs a blanket, and runs out of the barn.
Okay. Sleep with the girl: check. Don't eat the girl: check. Impregnate the girl: check. Remember to either convert or enslave the girl: whoops.
Well, you now have a flash decision. You can either retrieve the girl anyway- rush in, quickly convert her, and then rush out- her parents would realise something fishy was going on, though- Or, you can leave town with your Amberärshs, and come back round about the time your dark child would be born- ask the cult to take care of the girl in the mean time (she will need dietary supplements of human flesh and blood; the cult could probably provide that for her)
Required: Flash decision:
-Go back for the girl, risking that people grow ever more suspicious, but ensuring your child's safety.
-Leave the girl, and have the cult take care of her.
Name: Krlnkir Yrlvnt
Physical might: 9 (-3 Offspring Creation)
Mental might: 10 (-3 Offspring Creation)
Other: First Worship Rush. You are feeling ready to take on the world!
Followers: 6
Slaves: 0
Servants: 8 (8 Amberärshs)
Cult: The cult of the Tall Man. Low organisation. 6 (12) members in 1 village.
Power level: 5 (Represents how much your cult can do)
Resources: 0 (An abstraction of... resources. Money, weapons, building materials, whatever. Used for... buying stuff, arming soldiers, building temples)
Champions:
Unborn Half Demon: 9 months till birth.
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Topic: Demonhood. -Slumbering for an indeterminate number of Strange Aeons- (Read 224881 times)